There is a big difference between fighting the cold war and fighting radical Islam. The rules have changed and we haven't.

God is in his Heaven and the first night was a wow.

During the Cold War, we lived in coded times when it wasn't easy and there were shades of grey and ambiguity.

It's easy to forget what intelligence consists of: luck and speculation. Here and there a windfall, here and there a scoop.

Let's all pretend to be someone else, and then perhaps we'll find out who we are.

But I think the real tension lies in the relationship between what you might call the pursuer and his quarry, whether it's the writer or the spy.

Wives?" she asked, interrupting him. For a moment, he had assumed she was tuning to the novel. Then he saw her waiting, suspicious eyes, so he replied cautiously, "None active," as if wives were volcanoes.